Gemotions

The afternoon sun beat down, turning the air thick and heavy. I was inside, safely within the cool confines of my house, the air conditioner humming a gentle tune. The hammering next door was relentless. I chuckled, remembering when I had told the neighbors to hire a professional.

I grabbed a glass of iced tea and went to the window to watch. A few workers were sitting on the edge of the roof, looking defeated. I felt a surge of energy, a lightness in my step.

I knew the value of proper planning, of choosing the right materials, of sticking to a budget. I had done it all right. And now, I could simply observe the consequences of a less fortunate approach.